In the Bitar tribe, a small-scale rebellion is taking place.
Since the so-called Saint appeared, all matters naturally need to be decided by the Saint. Although there are only a few hundred people left in the tribe, there may not be so many things to deal with, and Wang An didn't care about anything when he was here, but in name, the power always belongs to one person.
As Wang An left, the great elder who had been acting as a translator jumped out impatiently and demanded that another patriarch be elected on the grounds that the new saint was too young, and at the same time recommended himself.
In fact, it was a simple truth. The little girl was not capable of handling things that were too complicated for her, so someone had to make decisions for her. The great elder also had a plan. As long as the power was in hand, it would not be so easy for the saint to take it back in the future.
Most of the tribesmen don’t actually care who gives orders. As long as the sacred beast and the holy woman are still there, their faith will still be there.
Unfortunately, the Great Elder chose the wrong method. Or maybe he was too impatient and didn't wait to convince everyone so he chose to use force to deter them.
When five native warriors appeared in front of them with spears in hand, everyone seemed to see Peredo's shadow again. The fear and submission that the elder had expected did not appear, and everyone's eyes showed only hatred.
“Roar~”
In the central square, the little yellow dog carrying the young saint roared threateningly. The little girl sitting on its back pursed her lips, trying her best to maintain the dignity of the saint, but her hand holding the little dog in her arms trembled slightly.
"I will not harm Your Highness the Saint. I will only help you get rid of the traitor who is threatening you!"
The great elder stroked his beard, bowed slightly as if he was confident of what was going on, and then pointed at several old figures behind the row of archers opposite.
"He, they are not traitors! Don't come over here, or I'll let Xiao Huang bite you!"
The clear voice of a child was heard, but in this situation, it seemed so pale and powerless.
"Hey~"
The Great Elder sighed, turned around and told the people behind him, "Don't harm Her Highness the Saint and the Holy Beast. Get rid of everyone else!"
The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the crowd on the opposite side, and someone shouted angrily, "Shoot." Then a burst of explosions sounded, and five figures fell to the side of the great elder, rolling on the ground and groaning. Several people had arrows stuck in their bodies, and there were black shrapnel on their faces. And those long guns were all exploded into crooked scrap metal.
The square was silent for a moment. Even Xiao Huang suppressed his roar and twisted his face as if he was embarrassed for a certain elder.
“Heh… Heh…” The elder looked down at the strand of white beard that he had accidentally pulled off, forced an extremely ugly smile, raised his hands and shouted: “Misunderstanding… Misunderstanding…”
In Brasilia, Windsor Square was brightly lit, but Wang An felt that he was in darkness, boundless and despairing.
"Xiao An... Xiao An! Don't scare me, what's wrong with you?"
Anna's voice seemed to come from far away, and it was hard to hear clearly. Wang An felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped, and her chest was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe. Infinite loneliness and fear enveloped her in an instant, making her feel a despair she had never felt before.
"Xiao An! Xiao An, say something!"
In the brightly lit restaurant, everyone was looking at the table where the shouting came from. A blonde mixed-race girl hugged a Chinese-looking woman into her arms, shouting with tears in her eyes.
In a split second, the restaurant was in chaos. The waiter trotted over, some diners stood up, waving their car keys and shouting, and some were calling the police.
Wang Ping had a dream that he fell into the abyss of the sea, surrounded by dark water, without even a fish, full of loneliness and suffocation. But strangely, the sea water, which should have been extremely cold, always felt a little warm.
"Gurgle~~~"
As soon as he opened his eyes, a series of bubbles emerged from the turbid water. The badger struggled in the bathtub for a long time and even drank several mouthfuls of his own bath water before he touched the smooth edge of the bathtub and raised his wet head out of the water.
“Crack~”
I couldn't tell whether it was bath water or saliva that was sprayed out of its furry mouth. The badger had a dry cough, and even its nostrils were spraying water, as if it wanted to cough out the water in its brain.
Normally, if I had showered too much, Gu Lao San, who was blocked outside, would always knock on the door to urge me to come back. But today, for some reason, it was so quiet outside that I couldn't even hear a breath.
Wang Ping raised a paw and looked at his wrist covered with wisps of wet black hair. He suddenly realized that he had said goodbye to his watch for a long time. He sighed and climbed out by grabbing the edge of the bathtub.
He turned on the shower to rinse off the foam on his body, then climbed onto the sink and used the hair dryer to blow his hair for a long time. Only when his hair became fluffy did he open the bathroom door and walk out.
The room was empty, and Gu Laosan had gone somewhere without even saying hello. Wang Ping scratched his head, remembering that all his spare T-shirts had been thrown into the caiman's territory by Han, so he went back to the bathroom, picked up the T-shirts and hats that were thrown on the tiles, and threw them into the sink to soak.
Looking at the electronic clock hanging on the wall, it was already past dinner time, and the little belly made a sound at the right time, reminding the badger that it was time for dinner.
"Where did Gu Laosan die?"
Wang Ping frowned his sparse little eyebrows, climbed onto the bedside table, picked up the guest room phone and dialed Gu Laosan's number, but the call rang for a long time but no one answered.
At the same time, Zhou Tong and two other coaches were hiding outside Wang An's room, but no one dared to knock on the door.
Through the door, I could faintly hear a "Hum~~Hur~~" sound, as if someone was snoring.
"This voice... is Gu Lang, right?"
Several people looked at each other, and Zhou Tong gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, that's the sound of his snoring! I will never forget this tone!"
"Why is he playing in the boss's room..."
Before they finished speaking, several people looked at each other, said "Oh", and smiled obscenely at the same time.
"How about we go eat first? And take some food back for them?"
"Don't! The boss is thin-skinned. If you want to get beaten, just bring it! Anyway, I don't know anything!"
"Uh... I don't know anything about that either!"
A few of them laughed quietly for a while, then walked towards the elevator arm in arm.
In a room, the furry figure on the bedside table suddenly collapsed, threw the landline microphone back, and the anger on the furry face turned into a desire for food before it had time to show.
"Stop yelling, I'm trying to figure out a solution!"
Wang Ping slapped his growling belly angrily and looked around.
The room was completely empty. All of Gu Laosan's luggage was lost, and he could only stay in the hotel with the help of Wang An's wallet and the certificate Ye Yu had made for everyone. There was nothing to eat.
"Order room service? Um, I can't speak..."
The growling sound of the belly became more and more rapid. Before the badger could come up with a solution, his stomach began to twitch violently. The badger could not help but groan from his throat. He covered his belly and rolled himself into a ball of fur, rolling to the floor.
"Help... I'm so hungry..."